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Mother nature on a rampage!
The snow storm!
Wrapped in cotton balls of dreams, it seems, though not all is light and fluffy, my weary feet, heavy, as ballast on a crane
truck through drifts of snow, pant legs tightly packed inside giant’s boots, forward stomp, deep into white crevasses, every step a mile, every mile a century, forward the mind races, but the body is left behind, the time coated with molasses, through a curtain of white lace, I see a distant reach, a bent in the road, maybe, nothing but white in front of me, and all around me, all the little creatures are hiding, are they? I see beauty all around, but it’s a harsh reality, it captures the unprepared and weary, it’s essence cuts across my face, without leaving scars, it covers my being inside and out, in white cold beauty, I become one with the landscape, only my movement, a jarred image tearing the perception of tranquility, and here and there a brave little friend reaches for my hand to warm it’s body, to take a morsel and warm its soul, while warming mine!
01/02/2008
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